MISTRESS OF THE CHATEU

I went to stay with a Freach family to perfect my French during this summer. When I arrived I congratulated myself on having discovered such a nice family. They lived in a chateau on the Seine, and seemed to have plenty of money. In an age of egalitarianism it was nice to have maids attenting to you, taking your boots away to be cleaned, brushing your clothes, and doing such little things as bringing tea to your bedroom in the mornings. It seemed like a different age.

Things were going very well until one particular morning. That is a morning that I shall never forget.

I was undressed and wandering about my bedroom naked when the maid suddenly walked in.

She looked surprised to see me without my clothes but as she hadn't knocked she hadn't given me any time to reach for something to cover myself with. Unfortunately I had an erection at the precise moment she entered the room - I often did when I first got up in the morning.

Instead of turning away and leaving the room, or, for that matter, criticizing me and complaining, she closed the door behind her and came across to where I was doing my best to cover myself with my hands.

And then she did an amazing thing. She reached up under her skirt and pulled a pair of lace-edged knickers down her legs.

'Put these on,' she said. 'They'll cover you properly.'

'But I can reach for my pants,' I said, half turning away.

'No need. Just put these on,' she said. 'Do it to please me.'

It was an extraordinary thing to ask me to do but she spoke so gently to me and seemed so eager that I should put on her knickers that I took them from her. Nervously and shyly I pulled them up my legs, and though my penis still jutted aggressively against the inside of the soft silky knickers, at least my erection could no longer be seen by her and I began to feel a little more at ease, even if I was shy about wearing a girl's knickers.

'You have a very big one,' said the girl. 'You must not show it to a girl like me or you get me excited.'

'I'm sorry, Michéle,' I said. 'You see I had just got out of bed and as you didn't knock on my door you took me completely by surprise.'

'I wonder what Mlle Antoinette would say if she could see you,' laughed Michéle.

'Well, she won't. I'll take good care of that,' I said.

'You are a naughty boy just the same,' went on Michéle. 'I think I ought to punish you for being so naughty.' All this was said in a light-hearted sort of way and I didn't take her very seriously. I guessed that she was wanting to flirt with me.

'How would you punish met' I laughed.

'Oh, quite  easy,' she said. 'For instance, I would tie you to the end of your bed.'

I thought that would be fun - to be tied to the end of my bed by the delightful maid was something I could not resist. If she really meant it, well, it would be a lot of fun.

'All right,' I said. 'Try it.'

She asked me if I had a belt and when I gave it to her she took off her

own belt and then told me to kneel in front of the end of my bed, with my back to it.

Then she came over. 'Take the knickers off,' she said, 'I might want to take them with me.'

I took off her knickers and was unhappy to see that I was just as hard as ever. Then I resumed the position she had originally told me to assume against the end of the bed.

I waited, wondering how on earth she would manage to tie me up with the two belts.

Well, she was much more successful than I would have imagined possible and it struck me that she must have had some other experience of tying someone up. Anyway she soon had me so that I couldn't get away.

'Well, you've done it,' I laughed. 'You've really got me tied up. Now are you going to punish me?'

I think I ought to,' she said. 'A man with a penis like that should really be ashamed of !t.' And showing !t to a maid, really!' She was laughing but not so lightheartedly as before and for a moment she almost seemed to be serious.

Then, quite unexpectedly, we heard Mlle Antoinette calling Michéle`s name.

'Michéle; Michéle!'

Michéle picked up her knickers and was just about to go towards the door when Mlle Antoinette, who had come in after riding, appeared in the doorway.

The first thing she noticed was my erect penis!

Her eyes went from my penis to where Michéle was standing, her knickers in her hands.

'Whatever in the world is going on here?' demanded Mlle Antoinette. Michéle spoke in French that I could hardly understand for she too was embarrassed and obviously frightened at  being caught in such a situation. She Itried to explain that she had come into my room expecting to find me in bed but that unfortunately I had been naked. She had handed me her knickers to cover myself with and then, as a joke, she had tied me up.

'I said I would have to punish him for being so naughty,' said an almost­tearful Michéle.

Mlle Antoinette was obviously not amused and - of course - I was desperately embarrassed and ashamed to be caught in such a situation. The trouble was that I wanted to urinate and my penis sometimes persisted in remaining erect until I had done that. It was appalling!

'So you were going to punish him for his dreadful behaviour, were you, Michéle' said Mlle Antoinette grimly. 'Yes, Mademoselle.'

'Then you shall. I think you were quite right. Such obscene behaviour demands punishment. It is not a joke, Mr Hendry, as you can see, and I insist that Michéle does punish you for your outrageous behaviour. Untie him.'

I was untied by a quivering Michéle and told to get back into bed and to wait until Michéle came for me. Then Mlle Antoinette, telling Michéle to go to the kitchen, left the room and banged the door behind her.

So I was actually going to be punished! Well, it was awful but I had really deserved it. I should never have stood there with such a huge erection and done nothing about picking up some items of clothing to hide it just in case - as had happened - someone came into my room unexpectedly. I supposed that Michéle would be told to make me do my own boot-cleaning and other personal tasks myself. It was a good thing that nothing worse had resulted from the situation.

But I was to have the surprise of my life about half an hour later.

Michéle knocked on the door and came in to tell me that I had to go to the room at the end of the corridor. 'Mlle Antoinette says that you have to go as you are, without your clothes. She says you are going to be punished in the only possible way: the punishment to fit the crime.' With that Michéle, who hardly looked at me, left my room.

How could I be punished so that the punishment fitted the crime? I couldn't see-how that was possible. But from Michele's manner I sensed that things were more serious than I had imagined and that Mlle Antoinette was really, angry at what had taken place and at what she had seen herself.

I waited with trepidation.

I got out of bed and after a quick look in the mirror I opened the door of my room. I could see that the door of the room at the end of the corridor was open and I could hear the angry voice of Mlle Antoinette herself and that of another of the maids.

Taking a look round I walked quickly to the open door and went in.

Mlle Antoinette, Michéle and the maid called Annette were there waiting for me.

In the middle of the almost-empty room was a kind of supporting structure for a table. It was simply a wooden plank supported by two divergent pairs of legs and just wide enough for someone to sit on. I couldn't imagine what it was for but I was soon to find out.

'Come here,' ordered Mlle Antoinette, her face still showing that she had not got over her anger at what had taken place.

I walked over, shy at my nakedness in front of the elegant Mlle Antoinette and the two smartly dressed maids.

'Lie on that bench,' said Mlle Antoinette.

I hesitated for a moment. What on earth had she in mind? And, anyway, how could I lie on such a narrow trestle structure?

'Quickly,' she said, raising her voice. I edged myself onto the trestle and then lay back as best I could, beginning to feel afraid at what was going to happen to me. As soon as I got my back down on the trestle, the elder maid went round to the end where my head was and with the help of Michéle she took hold of my ankles, lifting my legs into the air, completely exposing my genitals and anus.

'Now we shall make the punishment fit the crime,' observed Mlle Antoinette. She walked over to where Michéle was standing and told her to take Anette's position near my head.

'Stand over him so that he can see under your skirt,' she told her.

To my amazement Michéle came to the other end of the trestle and parting her legs she stood over my face, covering my head by her skirt. I was in a kind of tent and immediately caught the strong aroma of her sex.

I was doing my best to make amends for being caught in such an incrimi­nating and ugly position as I had earlier that morning, but the effect of Michéle's sexy smell and the sight of her knickered crotch just above my head was too much for me and I let myself be carried away with desire for her.

Almost at once - as Mlle Antoinette had probably predicted - I began to swell and in a matter of moments my penis was just as erect as it had been earlier in the morning.

I'm afraid I was so carried away by Michéle's body that I almost forgot what I was doing there and that Mlle Antoinette was standing over me at the other end of the trestle, my genitals fully exposed to her gaze.

But I was soon to come down to reality again.

I suddenly felt a pinch on my testicles and I guessed at once that Mlle Antoinette had some sort of metal instrument in her hands and that she

 was applying it to my balls. Before I had time to recover from the first nip I felt it again, this time much more painfully.

My erection quickly susbided and of course I lost all interest in Michéle's knickers. Mlle Antoinette was literally torturing me with something that kept nipping me. I began to see that the punishment was, indeed, fitting the crime!

The next twenty minutes were hell. I had never experienced anything as unpleasant and painful in my life. I wriggled, cried out, pleaded, tried to escape, but all to no avail.

Michéle was soon assisted by Annette in holding me down and Mlle Antoinette, while continuing to use the pincers or whatever they were on my testicles, kept a firm grip on my penis and twisted it savagely every time I made an effort to get up or escape.

At the end I was told to go to my room and dress.

'In future you will behave yourself,' said Mlle Antoinette 'or we shall send you back to England.'

But if I thought it was all over I was mistaken for the very next day something happened that gave Mlle Antoinette further grounds for thinking I could not be trusted to behave myself.

It was really most unfortunate for what happend was quite unintentional. I was walking in the garden with one of Mlle Antoinette's daughters and we had reached a part of the path that was always difficult to negotiate, especially in the kind of high heels the young girl was wearing.

She half stumbled as we picked our way down the sharply inclined stony path and I took her hand.

'Hold me,' said Francoise, 'or I'll fall over.'

I held her grimly but then she

suddenly tripped and despite my efforts to keep my feet she pulled me down with her. We rolled together down the slope until we reached the bottom, where I found myself on top of Francoise.

I wanted to pick myself up immediately but the way I had fallen made it difficult to do so and I had to put out one hand to steady myself first. As I did so my arm seemed to give way under my weight, possibly because I had bruised it as I fell and I found my face against Francoise's. She brushed her lips against mine, whether intentionally or not I shall never know, but the touch was irresistible and I sustained the contact, pressing my lips to hers.

It was at that very moment that Mlle Antoinette, coming back from the belvedere, came upon us!

It was an appaling situation and I was immediately ordered back to the house to wait for Mlle Antoinette. 'You will go to my room and wait there,' she shouted.

Trembling in every limb at the prospect that now awaited me I made my way to her room. I stood there shaking in every limb until, ten minutes later, Mlle Antoinette arrived.

'So we are at it again,' said Mlle Antoinette. 'But not the maids this time but one of my own daughters. You must be a sex maniac, that is the only explanation. Well, I think I know how to treat people like you. I thought at first of sending you home but I think you must be taught to control your libido and to behave yourself. It's high time someone took you in hand and I propose to be that person. You will go to the punishment room at once.'

The room I had been sent to the previous day had been dubbed the 'punishment room' after the way I had been dealt with there so I could see that I was not going to get off very lightly. At the least I would have to go through the pincer treatment on my balls again.

Horrified I made my way there.

I had been there a couple of minutes when Mile Antoinette and Michéle arrived.

I was at once ordered to remove my clothes.

'But we start what I shall call your real treatment - making the punishment fit the crime - I intend to give you the thrashing of your life,' said Mlle Antoinette.

As soon as I was naked I was placed over the trestle, this time face down and at once Mlle Antoinette took a bunch of birch twigs and started to use them on my naked bottom.

She continued until the whole of my buttocks was covered with the marks

of the twigs and my flesh was inflamed. And then immediately I was allowed to get off the trestle Michéle grabbed me and held me by the jaw.

'Are you going to behave yourself?   she demanded. It was obvious that Mlle Antoinette had put her up to it, but it was unpleasant and degrading to have to be treated in this way by one of the maids.

That was just the beginning for now Mlle Antoinette began what was called the 'real treatment'.

'I think we had better fit out a special treatment room for you,' she said. 'I'll use the annex to my own bedroom and get things arranged for you. Go there this afternoon at four o'clock.

I duly went to the room at four o'clock where an extraordinary sight awaited me.

Mlle Antoinette herself was dressed only in a short corset-suspender belt and stockings. I was immediately ordered to lie on a narrow table placed in the middle of the room. As soon as I got into position, Mlle Antoinette came and straddled my face, pulling back my legs at the same time to expose my genitals and anus to the eyes of the eager Michéle. It seemed that she had fallen under Mlle Antoinette's sway since the events of the previous day and she was actually enjoying taking part in punishing me.

She now began to insert pins into my scrotum and buttocks.

It was hell. Meanwhile Mlle Antoinette, who wore no knickers, was rubbing a dribbling vulva against my lips with the inevitable consequence that I got hard almost instantly.

'You see, Michéle, I told you he was a sex maniac,' Mlle Antoinette commented as my prick grew to full size. This seemed to impress Michéle and I suppose it was the way she justified what she was doing, for it must have been quite alien to her nature to punish me in this way.

For the next half hour Michéle continued to press the short pins into

my buttocks and scrotum by the end of which time I was suffering real agony. And then, to my astonishment, the pins having been removed, Mlle Antoinette rubbed herself off against my lips and, simultaneously, urged by her mistress, Michéle made me come by manipulating my throbbing penis.

I was not to know until the next day, when once again I had to go to the special treatment room, that another young man staying in the house had been caught making love to one of the maids. He was a young German called Kurt.

When I reached the treatment room they were waiting for me and I first caught sight of Kurt.

Apparently Mlle Antoinette had it in for me much more than for Kurt, for instead of giving him the sort of treatment I had been undergoing he was simply told to kneel before her and lick her genitals.

Meanwhile I was tied by the elderly housekeeper (introduced to me for the first time) and Michéle to the punishment table and then beaten with a special kind of stick.

The worst part of this was that I was forced to watch while the German licked Mlle Antoinette. Although his hands were tied behind his back as a symbol of his submissiveness he nevertheless appeared to enjoy himself, for he licked and tongued her with great enthusiasm and he certainly had an effect on Mlle Antoinette who eventually came in a sustained orgasm if her cries of pleasure were anything to go by.

Meanwhile the housekeeper continued to spank me with the stick while, at one time, Michéle manipu­lated me until I was erect. It was most painful and frustrating and I think it was almost worse than having the pins stuck into my scrotum.

I have been undergoing 'treatment' at Mlle Antoinette's hands for two weeks now and I have had to suffer both humiliation and pain during that time. But now she says she thinks I am cured.

She said that if I behaved myself for another week and was ready to undergo more treatment she would reward me.

'Reward me?' I asked her, wondering what she had in mind.

'Well, no man can be cured of all desire,' she said. 'The chief thing as far as I am concerned is that you leave my daughters alone and stop molesting the servants or behaving obscenely in front of them. If you direct your libido in the right direction it will not be so bad.'

I asked her in what direction I should direct it.

'You will soon find out,' she said. 'Tonight when you go to your room you will find out the answer, Mon amie.'

I waited eagerly to find out what the answer was.

I went to my room a little earlier than usual and I saw at once that there was a figure beneath the bedclothes. I could not imagine who it was but obviously it was someone who had been  told to go there by Mlle Antoinette. I quickly undressed and slipped into bed.

It was the fifty-year-old house­keeper.